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206 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 12, 2020




“You should be more careful with my things. That’s another five-thousand tickets.”
Hand to her breasts, positive her heartrate was in the unsafe levels, she snarled, “Fuck your tickets, and fuck you too!”
“Anything else you’d like to add?”
“Yes, in fact. I was offered five-thousand tickets last night— the going rate, if I understand correctly— if only I’d bend over the table and take it from some guy named Amos.” Crossing her arms under her breasts, she faced him, wet and sweaty, soap bubbles up her arms. “I’d like to think sex is worth more than a single plate. Not that I give a fuck about your ticket scale, but wouldn’t you consider your pricing a bit askew?”
“It was a very pretty plate.”
“Well, Neil, if I didn’t hate that you were trying to buy me instead of genuinely get to know me, I would give you that kiss. But hey, love is dead. I was sold by an idiot I found wandering the road with no pack. That’s mercy. And him being chained in the engine room— or so I have been told— is karma.”
“I gotta get back to Table #2. Screw intellectualism. Who needs education and a functioning brain when they were born with tits and an ass?”
Eugenia’s was sheer stubbornness and an undying sense of anger that—thanks to a shit president and a fucked-up world—all her dreams had been blown to ash. All her hard work, all the sacrifices she had made to achieve her goals… useless...When the pandemic hit, I was in the middle of teaching second-semester seniors who had started college when Trump was elected president and were ending it during a level of unemployment not seen since the Great Depression. Though none said it -- at least not to me -- I wouldn't fault them at all for sharing Eugenia's sentiments: “It’s not my fault all you older idiots voted for the wrong president! I wasn’t even eighteen when that potato stole his first term. You killed this world, and now I am expected to whore in it?” We've certainly left a hell of a world for our children.
Expression excited, she blurted, “I want to walk on the shore.”
With nothing but adoration shining from his eyes, he refused, “No.”



